October

 October

I wasn’t going to write this song

I had fears of everything wrong

Perhaps the melody wouldn’t be sweet

Or the rhythm would miss a beat

 

You were a tramp in red in September

You whore in orange in October

Hey pumpkin you’re a tasty slice

There lingers a scent of sweet spice

 

Walter was born on Columbus day

My brother walked in a wicked way

He got nice the day before he died

The power of Love can’t be denied

 

You were a tramp in red in September

You whore in orange in October

Hey pumpkin you’re a tasty slice

There lingers a scent of sweet spice

 

Dementia is sweet Sylvia’s disease

On my knees pleading to God please

But the silence leaves me in wonder

Unless there’s voice inside the thunder

 

You were a tramp in red in September

You whore in orange in October

Hey pumpkin you’re a tasty slice

There lingers a scent of sweet spice

 

I’m going back to my poetry I want to change the world

I’m leaving the pornography gonna get me a real girl

Hypocrites are circling like vultures in harvest time

Here comes the October reaper death can do no crime

 

I gently kiss your cheek you’re sleeping

I say with a sigh She’s worth keeping

Fasten the seat belts the road gets bumpy

I’d wake you but you’d become grumpy

 

You were a tramp in red in September

You whore in orange in October

Hey pumpkin you’re a tasty slice

There lingers a scent of sweet spice

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